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We are clay in the hands of Donatello
Waiting for our role
With hopes of one day becoming whole
To receive knowledge voraciously and to grow
To harden and weather in Summer sun
To serve as a reminder for our future
sons
To embody them with the spirit to carry on* ....
Copyright November 7 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Nov 2016
Fay Slimm
It is when love makes us sing
smile and dance that it
is beautiful.

No chance is missed of seeing
life's canvas shaded
by love's hues.

Angelic creativity will lead
love's seasons toward
spiritual dues.

With this can love concede
when it stays within
medium used.

Love, if content, will recede
never because it lets
beauty enfuse.

It knows, when un-needy
that love understands
love's rules.
 Nov 2016
Pax
upon seeing the lining of the
sky, lies the dwindle
crimson sign...

i asked why such beauty
twinkles in blood.
sometimes in the early dawn, the sky, in my eyes
seems blood orange. sometimes in my perception
lies a deep meaning.
 Nov 2016
Ami Shae
adrift in an endless sea
of doubt and uncertainty--
but I know the day will come
when somehow
i will once again
find me.
I'm not giving up hope, just not a great swimmer. I'll learn tho...
 Nov 2016
Melissa S
The leaves were just at the very peak of their color
and the air was full of change
Seasons have come and gone
and still I cannot forget his name
Sometimes we have to let go
of those godawful memories
In order for our heart
to forget the pain
Darkness will try to ride up on
its darkened horse from behind
Some days I just ride it out
Other days I beat it back down
All that animosity makes us go blind
I have to remind myself that I am not back there
I have to remind myself to just breathe
Some days we all feel sad and I think we just have to ride it out
Feel it, then move on
 Nov 2016
Onoma
Envision a trembling
hand within, holding
a mirror to inner life...
this goes everywhere
with us.
Yet you are everywhere,
consider the paradox...
inner life proves its
transcience as it passes
through us...we're
unquantifiable.
We're both larger,
and smaller than life.
 Nov 2016
ryn
Teeth bit more than they could chew

Hands grabbed more than they could hold

Shoulders lifted more than they could carry

Words mean more than they could've told

Legs travelled more than they could run

Mind thought more than it could fathom

Body gave more than it could afford

Heart paid more than it could ransom
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